The catalog
The wait
Every piece is a stand-alone read of about a minute. Each has its own URL — click to open, copy to share. The catalog grows; nothing gets deleted.
- Old flames1 min
Kitchen Light
The house had never been this quiet. Neither had they, once — and they'd forgotten how to fill it.
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The Long Way
Sundays were for the dog. Nobody had agreed the walk home would take an hour.
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Wool
He’d come for the coat. She’d spent four winters deciding it was hers.
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Small Hours
The streaming menu kept asking if they were still watching, and neither of them reached for the remote to answer it.
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Daylight
The street named what the night had kept quiet, and neither of them minded.
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The Waterline
She let the candle burn down to its last inch before she got in, and stayed exactly as long as it lasted.
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The Hour Before
She dressed an hour early on purpose — this was the part of the evening she refused to spend before she had to.
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The Driveway
The taillights went around the bend, and for the first time in eighteen years the driveway had nothing left to wait for.
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Heat Lightning
The power had failed at eleven, and by midnight the only light left came from a sky that never bothered to thunder.
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Storm Windows
The window over the lake never caught on the first try — not once in eleven years, and not tonight either.
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The Repair
She called because the window was stuck — and because at eleven on a Wednesday, she couldn't think of who else to want.
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Tuesdays
He didn't say her name — he just set a drink beside hers on the rail, gin without asking, and stood close enough that his warmth cut through four years.
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Still
He was already awake when she opened her eyes, and neither of them reached for their phones.
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The Deep End
She saw him before he saw her — and had exactly three seconds to decide what to do with that.
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The Garden Door
They stood outside the party's noise, close enough that waiting felt like its own kind of touching.
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The Line
She had a reason — something practical — but the moment he said her name, the reason became the least interesting thing on the line.
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The Other One
He found it on the nightstand before she woke, and left it where it was.
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Two Blocks
She knew what he meant and what he didn't mean, and she got in the car.
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Already Awake
She knew he was awake—had known it for over an hour—and neither of them had said a word, which was its own kind of conversation.
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The Drawer
She reached for the zipper herself, and he said there was coffee, and neither of them meant what they said.
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The Overhang
He didn't see her until he was already beside her, and by then it was too late for either of them to pretend.
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Area Code
She hadn't deleted his number — just renamed it, as if the phone wouldn't know.
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North Light
He had not been allowed to see the painting until now, and she understood, brush still in hand, that she had been waiting for exactly this.
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Three Blocks
She had chosen the table nearest the window for the view, not for company.
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Muscle Memory
His whole body was a familiar territory she'd lost the right to cross.
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Morrison
Eight years, and he still looked up before she reached him — some peripheral awareness of her that had outlasted everything else.
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What the Light Does
Her shoes were in her hand before she remembered she didn't want to go.
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The Interval
They had agreed on dinner, nothing more — and both of them knew exactly what that meant.
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Still Life
He walked in at ten past nine, and she discovered she had been waiting.
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The Wedding
They’d sat us at the same table. Someone, somewhere, had thought that was kind.
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Twelve Years
Twelve years in, he still asked. That was the thing about him — he still asked.
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The Last Box
There was one box left, and they both knew it was never really about the box.
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Don’t Tell Me
She had her hand on his chest. Two fingers. The lightest pressure possible.
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Atlanta
The train had been delayed an hour by the time she sat down across from him.
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Morning
She made coffee in his kitchen like she lived there. Maybe she did. Maybe she always had.
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Three Buttons
The whole dinner could have been a fire and we wouldn’t have moved.
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Reunion
He recognized her shoulders before her face — the way the air around her had been carved out specifically.
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The Wait
She told him to wait. Just wait. The kitchen island was cold against her palms.
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